The March of the TurtlesThe March of the Turtles finds its theme in death. I had never envisioned doing such a book. I have included death references in some of my prior work, but not to the degree it is written about here. Then again, The March of the Turtles is really a 21-year culmination of my relationship with my wife's father, a man I grew to admire and love as so many around him did. He left us this year, just as I was wondering how to get the book finished. It is dedicated to him: Joe Nanney |
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Contents
Blinked | 1 |
Moments | 7 |
Christmas Spirit | 13 |
Exit 98 | 19 |
Red is Not Your Color | 25 |
Frost Heaves | 28 |
And Ryan He Cries | 41 |
Forest | 54 |
A Visit with the Grim Reaper | 66 |
Beltway | 79 |
Beyond the Sky and Back | 92 |
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